This is about a memorial (Catholic Mass) for a man I never met. He was my wife's Uncle.
A poem about gentrification and the ruthlessness of the real estate industry in general.
A friend took his own life... nobody told me... I didn't know he was in despair. So many people successfully hide their pain. It's a sad thing...
I just discovered that my childhood home has been demolished. Of all the homes in the neighborhood, it was mine that is gone. I will never now why. I lived there from 1963 to 1970.
A country song about waiting for a girl who is dating another guy.
Old lovers who know what they have
A piece of empathy, inspired by Russians protesting the invasion of Ukraine, because a poet can never support war.
A thought on the last day of black history month for 2020...